Upset

One day I’ll flood your mind with violent words
Ones you’ll spew like plumes of dark volcanic ash
All because you thought you knew me; and not
That new situations mother newer versions of self.

These words will punch higher and higher into the atmosphere,
Only to fall like unwanted semantic and psychological noise
Noise sharp as the glass and rock shards raining from your elliptical ash tower
Noise gathering force over the Atlantic, to corrode and cut through my armour;